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Post by Barrensong on Jul 24, 2014 22:19:02 GMT -6
Well, being an apprentice was not as grand as she thought it would. As an apprentice for moons, one would have expected for her to almost be done with her training, but instead, no training was ever yet conducted. Sighing, Barrenpaw reclined in her nest, watching as tired apprentices returned home from a long day's worth of training, while she was tired, simply by waiting.
This is not the path that you wanted. You should almost be a warrior by now.
Or that was what she kept telling herself. If only she could speak, then she could ask Whitehawk for a reassignment of mentors or something. Then maybe things would brighten up for her, but there was nothing the apprentice was able to do, but just wait. That was all.
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Post by Crypticwolf on Jul 25, 2014 19:12:04 GMT -6
Stonedpaw was terribly bored, the tom sauntered into the Apprentice Den the tom was an older apprentice, he should be a warrior but his mentor bailed on him so he still required training. Stonedpaw was tall, with a well built slightly muscular body. The tom was black with white ear tips and white toes, his eyes were haunting pools of gray. Looking up the tom found himself in the den with tired apprentices, he however was restless not in the mood to settle in his nest, he usually slept outside which was why he hardly recognized anyone in the den.
Sitting in the cold moss Stonedpaw lifted his paw, cleaning out the space between his claws. Glancing around the tom saw a she-cat who looked bored but not very tired, "You too?" The tom said in a musical, calming voice. His silver orbs traced the she-cat before returning to her eyes.
Stonedpaw was full RockClan, back when there was a war he and a few other RockClan kits were given to TreeClan and he'd been one of the few. Stonedpaw was usually a lone cat he had few friends and the ones he did have seemed to vanish all the time. Stonedpaw looked at his white toes, his eyes traveled up to his dark gray legs, on his back, there was a dark stripe going down his spine. He was a dark tom, the type one would describe as.. the bad-guy, Stonedpaw signed looking back up with a crooked grin.
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Post by Barrensong on Jul 25, 2014 19:31:54 GMT -6
Barrenpaw looked up from her nest, catching the glimpse of a tall, muscular tom. 'You too?' She did not really understand what he meant by that question. Apprentice? Yes. Male? No. Bored? Yes. Which one was it? She wrinkled her nose, thinking that the tom would have serious issues if he did see her as a male.
He did have a nice voice, and she purred, smiling, not knowing how to respond, so she did what she did best - nod. Yes, she was an apprentice, and really bored and tired, but no male.
She blinked, seeing the awkwardness that the tom was revealing. Was he nervous to be around her? Hopefully not, because that would just be immoral - not liking a cat simply because of a disability.
Why was he so large though? It was not the ideal apprentice size, so wasn't this cat a warrior? She was confused.
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Post by Crypticwolf on Jul 26, 2014 13:52:21 GMT -6
Stonedpaw grinned to the she-cat but cocked his head to the side wondering why she hadn't answered him. Was he frightening? Or did she assume he was a warrior? The tom questioned in his head. The older apprentice stood up, showing his well built body, his white toes and ear tips turned to the front of the den, the tom motioned from the she-cat to the front then back again before he sat at the entrance of the den. He hoped she'd follow.
Stonedpaw's gray eyes squinted as he adjusted to the light change. The dark gray tom rubbed his back against the wall causing the black stripe on his spine to spiky up. Stonedpaw observed the camp, it wasn't very busy anymore and the sky was a dark violet. Stonedpaw hardly recognized anybody at all, it was difficult. Stonedpaw turned to the apprentice who he hoped had followed him and was approaching behind him, the tom began saying, "I don't mean to frighten-" The dark tom finished the turn and found himself colliding with cat behind him.
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Post by Barrensong on Jul 26, 2014 17:53:46 GMT -6
Due to her curiosity and his demeanor, Barrenpaw slowly followed the stranger, not knowing what he would want. She blinked, confused of why he was just . . . looking out to the camp, or that was what she thought. Wasn't that something kits did when wanting to explore the camp, but a queen was supervising the entrance?
Once she was behind him, the tom spoke again, hardly completing his sentence, for the two crossed paths. Well, that was awkward. Barrenpaw tumbled back a bit, since he was much larger than her, and regained her balance, shaking the dirt off her coat.
'Are you okay?' she wanted to ask, tilting her head to the side, wondering what was wrong with him. Without waiting for a response, she took the tom's seat against the wall and tried to find what he found so fascinating about the outdoors. There was nothing fun - just cats being their lazy selves.
Feeling like she was excluding her possible new friend, Barrenpaw thumped her tail, telling him that she wanted company, lost in what she was supposed to do.
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Post by Crypticwolf on Jul 29, 2014 18:36:17 GMT -6
'BAM!' He bumped into her, his cheeks began to burn but his body thanked him for touching her, she was soft, and small and honestly adorable in the toms eyes, he liked cute sweet she-cats, the bad-boy tom didn't want a she-cat that would try to compete with him when it came to the dark fun things the handsome tom did.
"I'm sorry are you okay?" Asked Stonedpaw, the basically full grown tom looked at the she-cat with worried eyes, he was a large boulder-like warrior, but she was much smaller, he should be more careful. The tom looked down and then followed the she-cat to the entrance of the apprentice den. "So what's your name?" Asked the tom as he licked down some of his dark spiky chest fur. His large charming silver orbs turned towards her to study her reply.
The attractive tom had a low voice of velvet, that sounded like music, he wondered if the she-cat's voice was going to be beautifully sing-song and sweet. The tom however had no idea, what he was about to learn about this she-cat.
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Post by Barrensong on Jul 29, 2014 19:08:00 GMT -6
'I'm sorry are you okay?' Barrenpaw was not the type of cat to express her pain, but it was just a small collision, so she was wondering why were was so much concern in his gray eyes. A bit odd of a color, but it did not matter to her. Blue was too generic anyways. She then nodded her head multiple times, trying to send the message that she was perfectly fine, giving a faint purr.
It was weird though, no cat tended to keep her company this long after learning that she couldn't speak. Maybe this tom was a slower one? She did smile at him though, attracted to the nice sounds that came out of his mouth. If only she were able to mimic his sounds to call them as her's, the apprentice would be satisfied with herself.
Opening her mouth a bit, the she-cat mouthed out her name - Barrenpaw - not knowing if this tom was able to read mouths or not, but it was the best attempt to figuring out her name. Or he could just ask one of the superiors in the clan, but that would be a weird inquiry, no?
With this, she waited for his response, knowing how frustrated some got, thinking she was just playing around with them, but she was not. What was this cat's name?
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Post by Crypticwolf on Aug 1, 2014 16:46:32 GMT -6
He now understood, he wathed the light-colored she-cat and then came to the realization that this she-cat was mute, no voice ever was to flow out of her pretty lips. The tom looked down embaressed for a moment, "I'm sorry I wasn't aware of your condition, I thought..." He paused before letting out a velvet sigh and saying, "I'm Crypticpaw." the tom introduced himself his silver orbs floating to meet her eyes.
"Well I know your an apprentice so your name needs to end with paw.. is there anyway you could try to show my what the beginning of your name is?" Asked the warrior in his haunting voice, his well built body filling the entrance of the den. A light sprinkle of water began to cover the empty camp clearing. The smell of moist soil found it's way into the toms nose and he took a large grateful breath of it in.
He was curious about this she-cat, did she have any way or communication at all?
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Post by Barrensong on Aug 1, 2014 17:09:31 GMT -6
Barrenpaw could not take it. Apologizing? Why did everyone want to apologize? She did not really see the point. It did make her who she is today anyways, so the apprentice gave a short shrug, not wanting to make Crypticpaw? That was an interesting name. She never heard 'cryptic' in anyone's vocabulary until now, and was curious of why his parents named him the name he was given. She did not want to make him feel bad with the shrug.
He started to ask if there was a way that she could clue him to her name. At least -paw was obvious. How could she describe Barren to him? She did know that it sort of meant lifeless and poor, but showing her unspoken mouth would probably freak him out. He would have probably thought she had a bad tooth ache or wanted to eat him up or something.
It was nice though, having him around, taking this much interest into her. She narrowed her eyes, thumping her tail, lost in thought. Then she thought of something, not knowing how Crypticpaw was going to take it.
Walking out of the den, she went to the fresh-kill pile and got three mice. Three would do. Getting back to the den, the cat sat beside her clan mate, organizing the mice in a fashion, having the freshest on one side, and the one closest to rotting on the very other. She then sat beside the rotting one, and then stared at Crypticpaw, wondering if he understood or not.
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Post by Crypticwolf on Aug 2, 2014 21:54:22 GMT -6
Crypticpaw watched the silent she-cat with eerily calm, iron colored, steel eyes. His head tilted to the side as the three mice appeared. "Mousepaw?" He asked instantly before guessing more, "Brownpaw, Ratpaw... Barrenpaw, Graypaw?" He asked trying to let his mind wander.
Crypticpaw licked his dark gray pelt, the dark stripe leading from his nose to tail and over his spine curved as he turned to face the she-cat, hoping to find hidden messages in her eyes. Crypticpaw saw the she-cat to be interesting and a mystery to him. The tom's white ears turned to the she-cat, focusing in on her breathing. The white toed tom stepped forward curious if he was right before going on, "Dovepaw... Tinypaw, Fernpaw..." He stopped, eyes finding hers.
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Post by Barrensong on Aug 2, 2014 23:48:02 GMT -6
sorry. it's getting late, so I couldn't write much.
Amusing, it was, to find Crypticpaw trying to uncover her name. Mousepaw? Nope. She shook her head each time a name was incorrect, leading to three shakes in a row, and then he ears were erect, hearing it. Barrenpaw. Barrenpaw! She thumped her tail, nodding, only to find that the tom's list was still going on.
She was nervous though, but curious, when he stepped closer to her, and her eyes sparkled, glad to meet those stunning grays.
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Post by Crypticwolf on Aug 3, 2014 0:32:30 GMT -6
The tom's iron eyes had been icily watching the she-cat filled with a curious spark, when her ears perked he kept naming names before falling back to the names said when she nodded, "So Barrenpaw? Or Graypaw?" He asked her with a grin, he was getting somewhere. Barren was a different name for a cat, not really a positive one, but it's not like cryptic was either. The tom knew barren meant to be unproductive or arid, unlike his name which meant obscure and mysterious. The older apprentice looked over the light-colored she-cat, he enjoyed her pelt much better than he did his own dark fur.
Being bigger made Crypticpaw look much like a warrior, he couldn't help but wonder about his warrior name for a second before thinking about what the she-cats name would be, maybe Barrentongue, or Graymouth, or something much nicer like Barrenberry or Grayfrost. The tom was excited for the future and looked forward to the puzzles that were going to finally be solved. Puzzles as simple as a warriors name.
Crypticpaw smiled to the she-cat, "Haha we're getting somewhere." She smiled showing paper white razor-like teeth, though he was open towards the she-cat the tom had a perplexing energy about him making him seem very, abstruse. The tom was in a way cold and calculating, his brain always carving a path of actions for him, in the most logical of ways he could manage. The perplex warrior-sized tom glanced to the she-cat, what warrior name would even go with Cryptic, he couldn't help but question.
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Post by Barrensong on Aug 17, 2014 17:35:45 GMT -6
Barrenpaw once again nodded at the mention of her name, and frowned when Crypticpaw went back to Graypaw. Who in Cloudclan's Graypaw? No one that she knew yet, so why was Crypticpaw getting her name confused with someone else's?
She shifted away from him, starting to realize how close she was to him - and it was awfully close to her standards. She usually required her own personal bubble not to be popped, but this tom seemed to have popped it, whether accidental, or simply just on purpose. She did not know.
If she were still a kit, she would have thought that she was being prey to the tom, since he did show his teeth, but now a bit more mature, she smiled back, pawing his ear a bit, though having to stand a bit on her toes to reach that height.
"Why are you still here?" she wanted to ask so badly.
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Post by Crypticwolf on Aug 20, 2014 1:36:24 GMT -6
He quizically studied her gaze with a contemplating squint. She noticed a wrinkle of dislike as he moved on to Gray.. hmm.. so Barren? Well, that was a sad name to give to such a pretty little thing. "Barrenpaw?" He asked his brow raised hopefully.
He watched her wondering if she even was familiar with being in contact with another cat. His cocked his handsome head to the side, "You don't have many friends do you?" He questioned in an almost concerned voice. His dark fur began to blend into the shadows of the outside. The night was getting darker, the moon, crisper and more defined.
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Post by Barrensong on Aug 20, 2014 16:52:01 GMT -6
'Barrenpaw?' Hearing her name, she looked back at him, giving a short nod. Yes, that was her name. Would it have taken the rest of the clan this long to learn it? She began to wonder. How would she be able to become a mentor, or a leader, less a respectable clanmate if one did not know her name? It was a burden, but she had to live with it.
When asked about friends, she began to think about those she met - not really friends, just familiar faces every now and then. It wasn't like she seen most of them since the nursery, and they probably already forgotten about her. Who wouldn't?
A cat was not supposed to really be a lonesome creature, but in this case, she was. Curling her lips a bit, Barrenpaw bit her tongue, and shook her head, not really caring if she had friends or not. She just wanted to be recognized. Friendships were a smaller priority of her's, and she was fine with that.
She narrowed her eyes. "Why? Do you have many friends around here?" A question that would probably be left unanswered.
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